A Woman Longing for a Child

A phantom image of Du Tianhong emerged above the Fire-Phoenix Egg.

Zhou Hao looked at Du Tianhong in surprise and waved with a grin. "Old man, you're not dead?"

"Sigh, I was afraid this would happen." Du Tianhong sighed and continued, "Owner of the Spirit-Womb Ring! Both Divine Beast Eggs bear restrictions I placed upon them. You may only form a contract with one of them; leave the other for the other owner of a Spirit-Womb Ring!"

Zhou Hao finally realized something was off. This was merely a phantom image Du Tianhong had left behind, not Du Tianhong returning from the dead.

"Sigh..." He shook his head in disappointment.

Du Tianhong, meanwhile, continued speaking to himself. "By this time, I should already have passed away, and I can no longer make any demands of you. Still, I hope you husband and wife live in harmony and do not let selfish desires ruin your relationship."

Zhou Hao broke into a cold sweat at those words. What the hell does he mean, husband and wife living in harmony? Who am I married to? And my relationship with Murong was bad to begin with—what was there to ruin?

Still, Zhou Hao understood what Du Tianhong meant. He thought Zhou Hao had swallowed all the treasure for himself without leaving Murong anything, so he had appeared to lecture him.

But that was not Zhou Hao's fault! That woman did not care about such things either.

"Sigh..."

Du Tianhong let out another heavy sigh. "You two should get along well. I can no longer manage you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phantom image flickered and dissipated.

Zhou Hao raised his hand, then shook his head and sighed. Finally, he lowered it helplessly.

This was not a matter of whether they could get along. The old man simply did not understand their situation.

Indeed, Du Tianhong could never have imagined that the other Spirit-Womb Ring would be in the hands of a Lord of the Divine Realm. And not only was this Lord of the Divine Realm stronger than him, but most importantly, she yearned desperately for a child—to the point that she had forced herself on Zhou Hao the moment they met. This... sigh, every word was a tear!

Zhou Hao shook his head helplessly. Seeing that Du Tianhong had completely vanished, he once again tried to form a contract with the Phoenix of Blazing Fire. Yet unfortunately, even without Du Tianhong present, he still could not succeed.

He gave up and sighed faintly. "Looks like I really have to give the egg to that old hag."

"Dad, who's an old hag?" Zhou Yuanbao asked curiously.

Zhou Hao paused. His eyes shifted slightly, and a wicked grin spread across his face. "She's your mom—your mother. When she gets here, make sure to greet her properly, understand?"

Zhou Yuanbao's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously. "Okay."

Zhou Hao smiled in satisfaction as he stroked Zhou Yuanbao's dragon head. Old hag, didn't you want a child? I wonder what expression you'll make when you find out you've become a mother out of the blue. It'll definitely be spectacular! Hahaha...

As he thought about it, he could not help laughing out loud.

Zhou Yuanbao looked at him strangely and remarked, "Dad, your laugh is so perverted!"

"Uh..." Zhou Hao's "perverted" grin abruptly froze. Then he sternly scolded, "What does a little brat know?"

"I know a lot." Zhou Yuanbao spoke with complete confidence.

His Inheritance Memory had taught him many things. Though he had only just been born, he did not know any less than others.

Zhou Hao rolled his eyes so subtly it was nearly imperceptible, then patted his head. "Go play somewhere else. Your dad needs to cultivate."

"Okay." Zhou Yuanbao obediently flew to one side and bored himself by studying the structure of the secret chamber.

Zhou Hao, meanwhile, began cultivating in earnest.

The saying that cultivation knew no passage of time was indeed true. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Murong, clad in a crimson phoenix robe.

"Old..." Zhou Hao nearly blurted it out, but stopped himself just in time. He switched to an awkward smile instead. "You're here?"

"You're Mom?" Zhou Yuanbao twisted his long body as he flew over.

"Mom?" Murong, who had just appeared, was slightly startled. She studied Zhou Yuanbao before realization dawned on her. "You're the newly born Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. You came a little earlier than I expected."

"Mom, is your name Old Hag? Dad always calls you that." Zhou Yuanbao asked with pure innocence.

"Hm?" Murong's gaze turned into blades as it stabbed toward Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao felt a chill rise straight up his spine. His whole body shuddered, and he instinctively retreated two steps, waving his hands with an awkward smile. "It's not like that. Listen to my explanation."

Murong stared fixedly at him. Only after a long while did she slowly say, "For the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon's sake, I'll spare you this time."

"Huh?" Zhou Hao was stunned. She was being so reasonable that it far exceeded his expectations.

Murong ignored Zhou Hao and beckoned to Zhou Yuanbao with a smile. "Come here."

Zhou Yuanbao happily flew over and called sweetly, "Mom."

"Yes!" Murong's smile grew delighted. Stroking Zhou Yuanbao's head, she asked, "What's your name?"

"Zhou Yuanbao," Zhou Yuanbao answered obediently.

Murong glanced back at Zhou Hao and asked coolly, "What's your name?"

Until now, she had not known Zhou Hao's name.

Having just escaped disaster, Zhou Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her ask, he hurriedly answered, "Zhou Hao."

Murong nodded lightly. "Murong. But you should still address me as Your Majesty."

The corner of Zhou Hao's mouth twitched, but he nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Murong gave Zhou Yuanbao a divine crystal and smiled. "Take it and eat it."

Zhou Yuanbao's eyes lit up, and he immediately said excitedly, "Thank you, Mom."

Murong's smile became even brighter. She knew what "Mom" meant. Though the term was used less often where she came from, it was not unheard of, so she understood it.

And she had wanted to be a mother herself. It could be said that having Zhou Yuanbao call her Mom had struck right at the heart of her desire.

Zhou Hao noticed it too. Looking at her smile, he more or less understood, inwardly sighing, She really is a woman longing for a child.

When Murong faced Zhou Hao, her gentle smile was replaced by aloofness. "Let's begin!"

Zhou Hao froze for a moment and glanced at Zhou Yuanbao. "This... isn't that inappropriate?"

Murong placed a hand on his shoulder, and in the next instant, the two of them appeared in the secret chamber above.

"A formation has been set up here. No one can see or hear us, so don't worry."

"Oh." Zhou Hao nodded, then began taking off his clothes on his own.

It had happened so many times already that he had long grown used to it. He could not escape anyway, so he might as well enjoy it properly. Besides, he was not losing out.

Murong nodded in satisfaction at the sight. "Not bad. I don't need to remind you every time anymore."

After Zhou Hao stripped naked, he said with forceful bravado, "Come on!"

Pfft—

His comical appearance made Murong unable to hold back her laughter. Then her clothes began to slip away as well.

This time, Zhou Hao did not wait for her to make the first move. He pounced on her himself.

Murong looked at him with smiling eyes, and the two soon got down to business.

After a storm of passion, an intimate atmosphere immediately filled the secret chamber...